A game..

What's life but a game of chess

played between "god" and man?

 

Who roles the dice and who moves forward

Is nothing but a scam..

 

No one wins at this game of witt's

As every end is the same..

 

To death we go like into our lovers arms

To dust we will change.

 

But before that journey we take a chance

To see what life brings our way

 

Love and war , triumph and pain

are all just moves in the game we're playing

 

Who wins, who loses? who decides?

It's a gamble...pick your hand.

But gamble we shall in this elaborate

plan and play by life's own hand.